Title: Curse of Fate: Outtake
Seven, Fudge Verses the Door
Author: Mistress Nika
Rating:
PG
Summary: Ever had a door slam on your nose? Fudge
has.
Pairings: nada
Warnings:
nada-ish
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Fudge Verses the Door AKA Harry Didn't Do ItHarry and his minions were sitting quietly in the Arcana Common Room, doing their homework and other such mundane tasks. Books were spread over tables and desks, bodies lounged bonelessly on sofas and one creative Ravenclaw had a House Elf giving them a massage in exchange for extra chores.
Needless to say, it was quite a surprise when the door burst open and slammed into the wall with an almighty crash. Everyone bolted upright, some leaping to their feet and drawing wands.
A flustered, red-faced, sweating and extremely angry Cornelius Fudge stood in the doorway, glaring with all his might at a certain black-haired menace.
"Potter!" he shouted, pointing a finger at said boy and taking a step into the room. "I have it on good authority that you are-!"
However, what he was about to accuse Harry of shall forever remain unknown as the door bounced off the wall from the force of the impact. It swung back the way it had come, bashing Fudge in the face and, with a spurt of blood, broke his nose. He was thrown backwards into the hall and crumpled motionless to the floor as the door slammed shut.
After a moment of astonished silence, the entire room burst out into raucous laughter.
Harry looked momentarily stunned before exclaiming, "That wasn't even my doing!" and then joined the others in their mirth.
